Quickly wear the water of trouble: after being cheated on, the yandere male protagonist turned evil

Chapter 723 Sister, I'm Sorry (73)

After sending another duke away, Bai Wu's smile froze on her face.

Anderson saw her fatigue, put down the wine glass in his hand and gently squeezed her shoulder.

"If you are tired, go back and rest quickly, just leave it to me here."

Just as Bai Wu wanted to shake her head, a figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

Before she could see the appearance of the person coming, a provocative voice came into her ears in a playful voice:

"Little uncle and little aunt really have a good relationship. A good wedding was ruined, but they can manage the funeral for father with ease in this palace. It really opened my eyes as a nephew."

Well, there is no need to guess, no one in the empire can say this embarrassing thing except Celia.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Wu raised her head, she met his disdainful eyes.

Once Brant died, the rebelliousness and unruliness in him became even more irresistible. He wore a black dress that was extremely inappropriate. Not only the cuffs were rolled up, but the neckline was also wide open.

Looking away a little, Bai Wu saw Ai Si following behind him.

In just a few months, she had quickly shrunk into a ruined flower. Her former arrogance and arrogance were gone, only timidity and fear remained.

After meeting Bai Wu's eyes, she obviously wanted to say something, but then she touched Celia in front of her, and quickly lowered her head again.

Bai Wu concealed the sarcasm in her eyes, stepped forward, and took Ai Si's hand with a smile.

"Sister, we finally meet again, how are you doing recently?"

Aisi moved her pale lips, and a trace of almost imperceptible fear flashed across her eyes.

When I saw Celia's eyes, the fear was even worse.

She hastily let go of Bai Wu's hand, and pulled the corner of her lips forcefully.

"I, I'm doing fine, don't worry about it."

Bai Wu snorted secretly.

This is how much she was tortured by Celia, and her always proud sister became like this.

She was about to continue speaking, but Anderson pulled her into his arms.

Anderson didn't seem to like his nephew either, and the gentle smile that was always on his face faded at this time.

"Selia, this is your father's funeral, please maintain some royal etiquette."

Celia scoffed: "I said, little uncle, don't use your hypocritical rhetoric to educate me. Isn't it you who is the happiest when your father dies? Oh, yes, I may disappoint you. Now Brant I am the most honorable crown prince of the empire."

Afterwards, his naked eyes directly looked at Bai Wu.

"Little aunt, it's still too late for you to turn to the light. My little uncle is not in good health and can't give you happiness. Why don't you consider me, the future Brant IV? After all, I miss our previous encounter very much."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of the red wine in his glass, the corners of his raised lips were reckless and arrogant, and those amber eyes were also filled with what is inevitable.

Anderson frowned deeply.

Bai Wu, who was leaning against his arms, smiled slightly, and stretched out the champagne glass in her hand, and lightly bumped into his glass, making a nice crisp sound.

"Your Highness Celia, although good wine is good, it is not advisable to drink too much, as it will cause bad things."

"Besides, the person who met you before was obviously my sister Ai Si, who is the honorable crown princess behind you. How could Your Highness turn black and white to provoke Anderson and me?"

Celia narrowed her eyes.

He was indeed a little sullen, but he was more interested in the woman in front of him who looked docile but actually had mocking blue eyes.

He really deserves to be the one he likes.

Anderson noticed Celia's overly naked gaze, and pulled Bai Wu behind with a sullen face.

"Selia, please show some respect, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

Celia smiled, drank all the red wine in the glass in one go, and dragged Aisi away.

Ace glanced back reluctantly.

Those eyes were clearly full of pain and despair.

But Bai Wu deliberately turned around as if she didn't see it.

Not reconciled, Aisi managed to coax Celia into the room, and after getting rid of the maid who was watching her, she finally found a chance to stop Mei Lin in the corridor outside.

Mei Lin, who saw her, did not show much joy, instead she frowned coldly.

"what are you doing here?"

Aisi fell to her knees with a "plop" and began to cry.

"Mother, Ai Si knew she was wrong, Ai Si shouldn't have insisted on going her own way, I"

Mei Lin closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to see her again, and interrupted her words with a sneer.

"Crown Princess, why do you have to give such a big gift to me, a duchess? Your mother is the deceased queen, not Merlin Rhodes."

Ace froze in place.

She raised her head in disbelief, and looked at the indifferent Mei Lin.

The person who once loved her the most, now avoids her like a scourge.

She stretched out her hand in panic, wanting to prove it again.

But Mei Lin coldly lifted the hem of her skirt and took a step back.

"Let me tell you one last time, now you have nothing to do with the Rhodes family, whether you are happy or miserable, I don't want to know."

"Also, remember to stay away from Miriel. If you do something wrong again, don't blame me for being merciless."

She still wanted to say something, but in the end she just stared at her disappointedly, then turned and left.

Ace collapsed to the ground, covering her face in despair and suffering.

Why is this happening?

Why is God always unwilling to let her go?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

A voice came from behind, successfully making Ai Si stop crying.

It was a voice she knew all too well, it was Miriam's.

A trace of resentment flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

At least Miriel is the only person she can use now!

So she quickly turned around and threw herself into Bai Wu's arms, crying endlessly.

"Miriel, my dear sister, you must save me, if you don't save me, I will die here."

Bai Wu was startled and quickly helped her up.

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Get up and talk."

Ais stood up with a sob, and then gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars and bruises on her arms.

Bai Wu, who was watching, gasped and covered her mouth: "My God, this is—"

Ace smiled wryly.

"That Celia is simply a devil in sheep's clothing. In the past few months of marriage with him, he has tortured me every day. I am really about to be driven crazy by him."

Then she tightly held Bai Wu's hand.

"So Miriam, please, help me, no one in this world can help me escape from the abyss except you."

Bai Wu's eyes were full of distress, and then she hugged her directly.

"My good sister, you are my dearest person, why don't I help you?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely rescue you."

From this abyss to another abyss.

my dear sister.

sorry.

The grand national funeral is over, and the next thing that attracts attention is the issue of succession to the throne.

And Celia seems to be determined to win this, and has already lived the life of an emperor before the Pope officially announced the edict.

In this regard, the dukes had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

After all, with Esilia's current strength and skills, it's easy for them to shut up or even disappear in the entire empire.

After surviving the winter solstice, the pope finally announced the day for the succession ceremony.

But on this day, Celia dressed up and came to the hall early, ignoring everyone's eyes, and went straight to the throne on the highest floor.

This behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the Pope.

"Your Highness Celia, is there something wrong with you?"

Celia paused, and then, under the dissatisfied gaze of the Grand Pope, patted the non-existing dust on the high-back chair, then stood aside, smiling slightly:
"What the Pope said is, don't rush this moment."

His royal appearance of an elegant gentleman is covered with power and desire, and he looks arrogant and aloof.

The Pope frowned, but finally said nothing.

Celia laughed twice, and then waved towards Ai Si below.

"My princess, why are you standing so far away? Come quickly."

Even though his tone was extremely gentle and his eyes were too doting, Ai Si couldn't help but tremble.

Because this man raped her just last night, her shoulder blades are still hurting.

However, this hellish day is coming to an end.

Because just yesterday, Miriel came to her and said that she had found a way to help her escape, and after tonight, she would be a completely free person!

Enduring fear and disgust, Aisi slowly took Celia's hand and stood beside him.

Afterwards, Celia cast her half-threatening gaze on the Pope slowly.

The Pope stood up reluctantly.

No matter how dissatisfied he was, Celia was the crown prince after all, and he had no right to disobey him at all.

After receiving the scepter and crown from the believers, the Pope cleared his throat and put on a solemn face.

"Guys, I declare—"

"Wait!" A clear female voice interrupted him.

Under the eyes of everyone, Bai Wu in a black dress slowly walked in from outside the hall.

A little displeasure appeared on Celia's brows, but he smoothed it off immediately.

He adjusted his gloves slowly, but his tone was full of impatience.

"Little aunt, what are you doing here instead of staying by Uncle Anderson's side?"

Bai Wu stood in the center of the hall neither humble nor overbearing, not at all timid because of the curious scrutiny of the crowd, instead a faint smile appeared on her lips.

That blonde hair was coiled behind her head, without even a decorative headband, but it still made her look beautiful like a sculpture.

Nothing is more satisfying to God than this.

"Your Highness Celia, the position you are in now is not where you should be, please move down."

Celia laughed.

"Little aunt, I didn't lose my temper because of your face. If my little aunt came here this time because she intends to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, then I can reluctantly let you go."

Ai Si on the side couldn't help clenching her fists when she heard this sentence.

Her nominal husband not only abused her like a slave, but even liked her own sister in his heart.

How ironic.

Bai Wu was not angry at all, she just walked forward slowly until she was only one foot away from Celia.

Seeing this, Anderson couldn't help but frowned.

What is Miriam going to do?
Bai Wu chuckled, her Daishan-like brows raised slightly, and she looked at Celia with more playful eyes.

"Your Highness Celia, I hope you can still hold your breath after I finish the following words."

She turned around Shi Shiran, and raised her right hand above her head, revealing the black box that she had been holding in her hand.

"Everyone, I have the suicide note written by Brant III before his death!"

The girl's clear voice spread to every corner of the hall, causing an uproar in an instant.

Celia was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed again and again.

"Princess Miriam, who are you scaring? Who doesn't know that my father passed away suddenly, so how could I have written a will in advance? Let alone handing it into your hands."

Bai Wu was not afraid of his persuasive eyes, and after a slight smile, stroked the hair on her temples.

"Whether it is true or not, you can tell at a glance, do you think it is true, His Excellency the Pope?"

As she spoke, she handed the black box to the Pope.

The pope took it with a solemn expression.

Celia also darkened.

How could he have no idea that there is such a thing as a will?
Isn't he the Crown Prince?

Why did that old guy write a suicide note again?
Anderson pondered for a moment, then slowly stepped forward and walked to Bai Wu's side.

"Are you ok?"

Bai Wu patted the back of his hand reassuringly: "Don't worry my dear, everything is going well, we just need to wait for the result."

The Pope took out the contents of the box, read it carefully for a while, and his brows and eyes loosened.

"This is indeed the handwriting of Brant III! The seal on it is also carried by His Majesty, so it cannot be faked."

"how is this possible?!"

Celia questioned immediately, stepped on her leather boots and went down the steps, snatching the parchment from the Pope's hand.

After seeing the contents inside, his pupils suddenly dilated, and then threw the parchment on the ground in a rage.

"Impossible! This must be fake! Someone must have forged it!"

Then he laughed wantonly, pointed at Anderson, and gritted his teeth.

"It must be you who did it, right? Otherwise, why would it say that you will inherit the throne?!"

Everyone gasped suddenly.

Brant III actually made a will to allow Prince Anderson to inherit the throne?
But think about it. After all, what Celia did was too much, and His Majesty may have noticed it a long time ago.

Anderson frowned slightly, and said very calmly: "I don't know the existence of the will, and it has nothing to do with me."

"How could it have nothing to do with you?" Celia stepped forward and grabbed his collar, "The cooperation between the two of you is so perfect that I even kept it from me—"

Bai Wu hurriedly made a nervous look and stepped forward to pull away Celia's arm.

"Please let go of my husband!"

"roll!"

Celia pushed her away in a rage.

(End of this chapter)